. Aoi & Colt - Tumblr Posts
aoi and mika + yon + colt for funsies :) pls i wanna laugh
please send me a ship and I will tell you : aoka + yoi + aolt edition
AOI & MIKA
who’s the cuddler: aoi. mika has literal panic attacks when she tries to hug people FDKGFDGKFHFGHGF so that will take some building up.
who makes the bed: mika, that’d be the same for all of these. shes literally such a clean freak and everything needs to be in order. if aoi made the bed, mika would still go up after and remake it to make sure its perfect.
who wakes up first: mika, she doesn’t sleep in late.
who has the weird taste in music: they both vibe to that weirdcore shit that makes you feel like you’re on another realm of existence together so i’d say they’re both on a similar level.
who is more protective: i’d say mika because its literally programmed into her to protect the ones she loves but then again i feel like aoi would literally kill a man for even looking mikas way. probably not even for that. aoi would just kill a man.
who sings in the shower: mika, so loud. so so loud.
who cries during movies: mika but then she says “NO IM NOT YOU’RE CRYING” so automatically aoi is now the one crying.
who spends the most while out shopping: they’re probably both as bad as each other.
who kisses more roughly: mika!!!
who is more dominate: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM aoi. DJISOFKDGFLDJG. they’re a nice mix but mika gives in often. and in everyday life mike probably follows aoi’s lead a lot
their song: freak by lana del rey. DSJIOOFKLGFGLFGFLG
AOI & YON
who’s the cuddler: yon. she really fucking hates cuddles one day & then the next you literally can’t pull her off of you. and those happen often, so enjoy your koala. though yon is unhappy at the fact its aoi she’s having to hug, but it will do.
who makes the bed: neither of them. they literally sleep on the floor, on separate sides of the house.
who wakes up first: yon, i dont even think she does sleep. shes too busy thinking about how to become the next god.
who has the weird taste in music: yon forces aoi to listen to her music which is mainly just edm, pretty much all yon listens to anyways. aoi probably finds it weird. yon enjoys it though.
who is more protective: yon saw someone ask aoi to dance once and she didn’t like that so she used her powers to curse that person. simply out of free will. and it awakened something in her and that was because of aoi. i decided this now. yon.
who sings in the shower: neither, its just dead silence and they do it together and stare at each other.
who cries during movies: neither...... i don’t think yon knows what crying is.
who spends the most while out shopping: YON DOESNT SPEND MONEY SHE JUST ROBS AND IM SURE AOI IS THE SAME.
who kisses more roughly: yon, because she isn’t too sure on how to actually kiss good, so its just a hot ass rough mess always.
who is more dominate: aoi.
their song: let her dance by the bobby fuller four.... its just weird and fun.
AOI & COLT
who’s the cuddler: colt. he likes to feel safe and not having a whole bunch of physical contact through his life hes now relying on that affection to keep him going, hence a lot of back hugs and warm embraces at random times that would make a person sad from how much emotion is in it.
who makes the bed: colt, hes gotten used to doing it overtime and will just want to make things easier for aoi, especially if shes seeming particularly gone with the... how would u say it.... drugs? that day
who wakes up first: aoi. colt will sleep for 15 hours straight and he is a heavy ass sleeper aswell so he just will not wake up....
who has the weird taste in music: aoi probably. but colt listens to g-easy un ironically so i think he takes the cake, even from an ooc view point.
who is more protective: colt. hes the arm around the waist, give others dirty looks when they’re together kind of boyfriend. he also likes to rest his hand on the back of her neck, a trick he picked up from levi. and even tap his fingers over it, normally outside to show that shes with him and nobody would be getting near her. the liverpool slang comes out if anyone does though.
who sings in the shower: aoi gets dragged in and colt tries to sing to her. she probably isnt a fan.
who cries during movies: colt, he cries at everything. the smallest thing in a movie and he has to take a step away and come back. hes just a big baby.
who spends the most while out shopping: aoi, colt is having a nervous breakdown trying to keep up with the spends and maybe slow her down a little bit with alternative options. but fails.
who kisses more roughly: colt! hes not known to be soft about it.
who is more dominate: colt. he likes to control what he can, whenever he can. which isnt the best but trauma will do that to u.... JDFKLSGFD
their song: glue by bicep
❛ what , you’re gonna shoot me ? ❜ COLLTT
( tw: blood mention, drug mention )
the rabbit's pink tuft of a tail bobs ahead of her, just out of reach as she skitters behind it, clamoring along in her too high heels. there's ribbon laced around her ankles, tied in a bow, a ribbon tied around her neck, also fashioned into a bow. hot pink, against the pastel of her dress. this time the rabbit dons a red bowtie, perched perfectly against his neck. she doesn't stop to wonder how it stays on as he runs ahead, quick enough that she can't grasp him, but slow enough she doesn't lose him in the otherwise pitch black surroundings. her heels clack against the ground, echoing against the walls that seemingly go on forever. there's no way to tell where one begins and the other ends, no way of telling how far she's traversed thus far with nothing to go off of. a quick look back over her shoulder reveals nothing to her, so she turns back around to continue her chase.
the rabbit is nowhere to be found. aoi skids to a halt, placing her hands on her hips with an annoyed huff as she turns this way and that, eyes darting around the darkness with the hopes of catching a glimpse of the rabbit. he's nowhere to be found. so, with no other choice, she continues to walk in the direction she assumes to be forward. something inside her compels her to continue down that specific track and she does so with her head held high, though her eyes are narrowed and her lips twisted into a frown. there's nobody to impress in the darkness, nothing to toy with, no reason for saccharine smiles or gentle hands. she sighs as she continues forward, each click of her heel irritating her more the further she continued on. one step, two steps, three steps, she continues with no way of knowing how much time has passed. she's aware her feet hurt, but the ribbons keep the heels fastened and she's in no mood to struggle with the tight knots wrung around her limbs. she'd just have to keep walking. and walking. and walking. how boring.
suddenly a light flickers on, a lightbulb slowly moving to and fro hangs directly above her and a light buzz fills the room. her frown only grows as she stops walking, looking straight up towards the bulb before turning to asses her surroundings. nothing else seems to have changed. the rest of the world is still shrouded in darkness. she runs a hand through her hair in irritation, hissing when they snag in a tangle near the ends of her hair, and stomps one foot down against the ground. it booms in the silence. she covers her eyes, rubs her palms harshly against them, and nearly screams. she bites it down at the last second. when she pulls her hands away she's in her room, lying on the floor next to her bed. next to her are her heels, her dress is thrown haphazardly across the bed. she's dressed in a shirt she doesn't remember owning and she picks at it curiously, her brows furrowing at the graphic design on the front. it's much too big for her, fits her more like a dress, and smells like cologne. she rolls her eyes and pushes herself up to a sitting position, immediately grabbing her head with a groan, the world going black the moment she is straight. her body feels light and she nearly falls back, but she manages to hold herself up, giving her a few seconds before she blinks against the light of the sun shining into her room. right, she'd forgotten to close the drapes. rookie mistake. she rubs her hands against her eyes again, uncaring of the makeup smudging below them causing her to look like a raccoon and finally rises to her feet. she staggers for a moment, throws her hands out to catch herself, but steadies and leaves to asses the rest of her apartment. she doesn't notice the opened bottle of orange pills on her bedside table.
a cursory glance around her place reveals no sort of danger nor any answers to why her head hurt so bad, but she wasn't a fool. she was well aware she relied too heavily on her vices to make her way through her days, but without them she felt lost. even now, the lights seemed to bright and the world a bit too dull. she digs her nails into her own palm and frowns, bringing her fist up to her mouth to bite on her thumbnail. a habit she did when she was thinking, typically only seen when her mind wasn't clouded or filling the world with distorted visions. already, she missed the pink. upon noticing her phone on the counter she grabs it and scrolls through the few texts she's received, not bothering to respond to any until she comes across a familiar name. her face lights up immediately and she's quick to tap away at the screen, uncaring that she's managed to lose most of her fake nails. only four remained overall. bright lime green. when had she chosen that color? no matter, it was time to replace them, anyway.
[ sms: colt ] hiiiiii~ ヾ(＠＾▽＾＠)ﾉ [ sms: colt ] i need your assistance right now!! it's an emergency!!!! [ sms: colt ] i appear to be bleeding! there's so much blood!! ehehe i don't want to die~ ☆d(o⌒∇⌒o)b
she doesn't think as she types and tosses her phone away as soon as she's finished. it dings but she's not too concerned with the reply, instead her focus is on the knives in their holder, the small bit of silver she can see gleaming in the light, almost as though it's mocking her. she hums, flopping half onto her counter where a half finished box of cereal sits. she reaches in, pulls out a handful and shoves it into her mouth. it's stale. how long had it been sitting out? oh well. another look around reveals that she hasn't cleaned in quite a long time, at least, she assumes so based on what a disaster her place appeared to be. in the corner cowers a group of small yokai. she only glares at them before spinning on her heel, box of cereal in hand as she continues to shovel it into her mouth. she wasn't sure if she even had other food to choose from. it'd do for now. she was only slightly hungry to begin with.
she's not sure how much time passes, she's long finished what was left of the cereal and the box now lies discarded on the floor, half crushed from where usagi had used it as a means to jump onto the couch to lie on aoi's chest. he's purring and she's content, a small smile on her face. she may have found the world and her surroundings pitifully boring, but there were few things that made her happy the way usagi did. his fur felt nice under her fingers. she wondered if the rabbit would feel as nice. the thought causes her to frown, though she's pulled from her thoughts at the sound of a knock at her door. she jolts into a sitting position and usagi leaps away, retreating to his usual spot beneath the couch, his eyes barely visible in the shadows. it's still daytime, but she could never be too prepared, so she grabs the closest thing to her that could be used as a threat, or perhaps even a weapon if need be. a toy gun, bright pink and small, that only shot little pellets. meant to be nothing more than a party gag. it'd have to do. with furrowed brows she opens the door, forgetting the peephole existed in her mission to eliminate the potential threat. she points, finger on the trigger, before blinking, bewildered. colt? right, she'd asked him to come over. why did she do that again? no matter. he was here. she wasn't hurt. he was probably going to be angry. aoi finds herself smiling.
"what , you’re gonna shoot me?"
"shoot you? i'd never! i thought you were a big, scary man coming to take me away! maybe the owner of this shirt coming back to retrieve it, i don't know. but not you! never you!" she tugs him inside before he has a chance to escape, strong despite her small stature. you couldn't be weak when your main job was hunting yokais. she basically slams the door shut with a kick of her foot and tosses the toy gun off to the side, quick to crowd his space as she usually did. he was there, a beacon of color in her dull world, even if she didn't like him much. or maybe she did. she couldn't be so sure. she liked his company enough, so perhaps she didn't fully dislike him. friendship was confusing. feelings even more so. she'd dwell on it some other time.
"ah, so, i may have lied. i'm not really hurt." her arms find their way behind her back and she kicks at the floor, feigning nervousness and guilt. she pouts for added effect, looking up at him through her lashes. "you're not mad, right?"